**Play Song**

Bills Song

Just hang his coat upon a nail
Somewhere near the door.
He knows we never will forget
And he’d never ask for more

He might be there any morning
In the very early light
And he could be in any shadow
Of any lonely night.

We might see him misty mornings
When the fog begins to rise
And he could be in any sunset
Up in the evening skies.

We may feel him in the breezes
Blowing through our hair
And in every autumn leaf that falls,
He surely might be there.

When you look into the evening sky
And the moon is just a stone,
And you need someone to whisper to
You needn’t be alone.

Just hang his coat upon a nail
Somewhere near the door.
He knows we never will forget
And he’d never ask for more.

 

Copyright 2007. Ed Gnaedinger